Craig knew something was different as soon as he pulled up outside the house, It was already dark outside yet no lights sought to find their way through the drawn curtains. He'd called his wife just over an hour ago to let her know he was on his way and no indication had been given of any intention of going out, so where was she. Slowly he made his way up the porch steps and let himself in.
Usually the house was alive with the sound of the T.V. from the kids playroom, the radio would normally be playing in the kitchen where Vicky would be cooking their dinner, and the kids would be running down the stairs to meet him. Tonight however, silence reigned supreme, no answer came to his, call not even a mouse it seemed, dared to break this scene by making a sound. Walking through to the kitchen, Craig's suspicions were raised even higher, when no sign of dinner cooking or having been cooked was apparent.
Slowly he made his way through the house until reaching his study he noticed his computer was on. Silently berating whichever of his sons that had failed to switch it off he walked across the room to do it for them before stopping in his tracks. There was a message on his screen, "Go take a shower" he read. Starting to understand that he was being set up by his wife, he picked up the phone and called Di their next door neighbour, she confirmed that, yes she was babysitting the boys, yes, she did know where Vicky was, and no she wasn't going to tell him any more than that. "Maybe you should just do what your told" was all she would reply laughingly as he tried to press for more information and promptly hung up the phone.
Mystified, Craig climbed the stairs and headed for the bedroom only to be stopped by a locked door, slightly annoyed by whatever games were being played, he went through into the bathroom and was about to enter the bedroom via the connecting door when he noticed the note taped to his side of the door, "Do not enter unless showered, dry and naked" he read.
Grinning now he knew that Vicky was obviously planning something special, he smartly stripped and climbed into the shower. He was already getting hard in anticipation as he soaped himself liberally, before rinsing himself off. Turning the shower to cold, he marvelled at the sudden shrinking of his cock as the ice water pounded his open pores before stepping out and vigorously towelling himself dry. All the while he kept one eye on the door to the bedroom, wondering what delights lay within.
Once dry he crossed to the door and listened but he could discern nothing as no sound emanated from the room beyond. Switching out the bathroom light, he walked into the wonderland that awaited him. Blinking to help his eyes adjust to the soft candlelight he made out a form in the bed and smiling to himself he crossed swiftly and pulled back the thin sheet that was covering his wife's body, unable too keep himself from gasping in enthusiasm at what he saw.